We now have a player named Wylie. His natural nickname is "The Coyote". Before people get all bothered about Roadrunner cartoons, consider this by Mark Twain:

The coyote is a long, slim, sick and sorry-looking skeleton, with a gray wolfskin stretched over it, a tolerably bushy tail that forever sags down with a despairing expression of forsakenness and misery, a furtive and evil eye, and a long, sharp face, with slightly lifted lip and exposed teeth. He has a general slinking expression all over. The coyote is a living, breathing allegory of Want. He is always hungry. He is always poor, out of luck, and friendless. The meanest creatures despise him, and even the fleas would desert him for a velocipede. He is so spirtless and cowardly that even while his exposed teeth are pretending a threat, the rest of his face is apologizing for it. And he is so homely! -so scrawny, and ribby, and coarse-haired, and pitiful.

When he sees you he lifts his lip and lets a flash of his teeth out, and then turns a little out of the course he was pursuing, depressses his head a bit, and strikes a long, soft-footed trot through the sagebrush, glancing over his shoulder at you, from time to time, till he is about out of easy pistol range, and then he stops and takes a deliberate survey of you; he will trot fifty yards and stop again- another fifty and stop again; and finally the gray of his gliding body blends with the gray of the sagebrush, and he disappears. All this is when you make no demonstration against him; but if you do, he develops a livelier interest in his journey, and instantly electrifies his heels and puts such a deal of real estate between himself and your weapon that by the time you have raised the hammer you see that you need a Minie rifle, and by the time you have got him in line you need a rifled cannon, and by the time you have "drawn a bead" on him you see well enough that nothing but an unusually long-winded streak of lightning could reach him where he is now.

But if you start a swift-footed dog after him, you will enjoy it ever so much- especially if it is a dog that has a good opinion of himself, and has been brought up to think he knows something about speed. The coyote will go swinging gently off on that deceitful trot of his, and every little while he will smile a fraudful smile over his shoulder that will fill that dog entirely full of encouragement and worldly ambition, and make him lay his head still lower to the ground, and stretch his neck further to the front, and pant more fiercely, and stick his tail out straighter behind, and move his furious legs with a yet wilder frenzy, and leave a broader and broader, and higher and denser cloud of desert sand smoking behind him, and marking his long wake across the level plain!

And all this time the dog is only a short twenty feet behind the coyote, and to save the soul of him he cannot understand why it is that he cannot get perceptibly closer; and he begins to get aggravated, and it makes him madder and madder to see how gently the coyote glides along and never pants or sweats or ceases to smile; and he grows still more and more incensed to see how shamefully he has been taken in by an entire stranger, and what an ignoble swindle that long, calm, soft-footed trot is; and next he notices that he is getting fagged, and that the coyote actually has to slacken speed a little to keep from running away from him- and then that town dog is mad in earnest, and he begins to strain and weep and swear, and paw the sand higher than ever, and reach for the coyote with concentrated and desperate energy. This "spurt" finds him six feet behind the gliding enemy, and two miles from his friends. And then, in the instant that a wild new hope is lighting up his face, the coyote turns and smiles blandly upon him once more, and with a something about it which seems to say: "Well, I shall have to tear myself away from you, bub- business is business, and it will not do for me to be fooling along this way all day"- and forthwith there is a rushing sound, and the sudden splitting of a long crack through the atmosphere, and behold that dog is solitary and alone in the midst of a vast solitude!

It makes his head swim. He stops, and looks all around; climbs the nearest sand mound, and gazes into the distance; shakes his head reflectively, and then, without a word, he turns and jogs along back to his train, and takes up a humble position under the hindmost wagon, and feels unspeakably mean, and looks ashamed, and hangs his tail at half-mast for a week. And for as much as a year after that, whenever there is a great hue and cry after a coyote, that dog will merely glance in that direction without emotion, and apparently observe to himself, "I believe I do not wish any of that pie."

Yeah, pretty much. Just because he has a nickname doesn't mean that it's a good one. Wiggles??? Really?

Even if it was a good one, it doesn't mean it can't be changed. Noland Smith was "The Jet" in college but Lamar liked to call him "Super Gnat" so "Super Gnat" is was. Smith didn't like it but what are you going to do when the owner gives you the nickname.

As for Devon Wylie "Coyote" that sounds a little too Chris Berman for me. Maybe we should wait and see if he makes the team.

Yeah, pretty much. Just because he has a nickname doesn't mean that it's a good one. Wiggles??? Really?

Even if it was a good one, it doesn't mean it can't be changed. Noland Smith was "The Jet" in college but Lamar liked to call him "Super Gnat" so "Super Gnat" is was. Smith didn't like it but what are you going to do when the owner gives you the nickname.

As for Devon Wylie "Coyote" that sounds a little too Chris Berman for me. Maybe we should wait and see if he makes the team.

He'll make the team. At the least he is an outstanding return man. The question is does he play offense or just ST. If he is half the slot receiver some people think he will become, he would have been a steal in round 2.

He'll make the team. At the least he is an outstanding return man. The question is does he play offense or just ST. If he is half the slot receiver some people think he will become, he would have been a steal in round 2.

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Well, I hope so, but you do realize that being outstanding in the WAC isn't exactly the same as being outstanding in the NFL. Pardon me if I'm a little bit skeptical but I've seen too many white slot receivers who were described as a Wes Welker clones. And a lot of small players have come into the league and not been able to hold up to the wear and tear.

Well, I hope so, but you do realize that being outstanding in the WAC isn't exactly the same as being outstanding in the NFL. Pardon me if I'm a little bit skeptical but I've seen too many white slot receivers who were described as a Wes Welker clones. And a lot of small players have come into the league and not been able to hold up to the wear and tear.

That was the gist of my comments. Like Welker he is more short than small, but size is an issue. He is a superior return man, which gives us an option to Arenas and DMX, so he should make the team. He is good value where we got him. More than that we will see.